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Crabby Old Woman
by shawnee_b at 7/26/2010 6:49:33 AM


CRABBY OLD WOMAN

When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee Scotland , it was believed that she had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Ireland The old lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on her simple, but eloquent, poem. And this little old Scottish lady, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this "anonymous" poem winging across the Internet:

Crabby Old Woman

What do you see, nurses ......... What do you see?
What are you thinking ............. When you're looking at me? A crabby old woman ............. Not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, ................ With faraway eyes?

Who dribbles her food ............ And makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice, .. .."I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice ... The things that you do,
And forever is losing ............... A stocking or shoe?

Who, resisting or not, .............. Lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding, ........ The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? ..... Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse, ......You're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am ............... As I sit here so still, As I do at your bidding, ........... As I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten ..........With a father and mother,
>Brothers and sisters ............... Who love one another.

A young girl of sixteen ..............With wings on her feet
Dreaming that soon now ......... A lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty, ......... My heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows .......... That I promised to keep.

At twenty-five now, ............... I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide ............. And a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty, .................. My young now grown fast, Bound to each other ............. With ties that should last.

At forty, my young sons ........... Have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me .......... To see I don't mourn
At fifty once more, ............... Babies play round my knee,
Again we know children, .......... My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, ............ My husband is dead,
I look at the future, ................ I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing ......Young of their own,
And I think of the years ...... And the love that I've known.

I'm now an old woman................ And nature is cruel;
Tis jest to make old age .......... Look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, ............ Grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone .............. Where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass ....... A young girl still dwells,
And now and again, ................. My battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, ................ I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living ........... Life over again.
I think of the years ..............All too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact ........... That nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people, ....... Open and see,
Not a crabby old woman; .......Look closer....see, ME!!


Comments
mslaugh



7/26/2010 7:06:35 AM

Thanks for posting that!

snugglyangel56
7/26/2010 7:10:28 AM

Wonderful poem,,,,,,,

shawnee_b
7/26/2010 7:53:34 AM

You're welcome. Thanks for reading. We need to be aware, these old people are not just a shell. Shawn
vegaspearl



7/26/2010 10:42:17 AM

Thank you for sharing this. It's great.
bigmamano7



7/26/2010 1:54:41 PM

Thanks for sharing, Vicki
hotthick1



7/26/2010 2:57:22 PM

OK now that was different...but nice still
proverbwoman



7/26/2010 3:39:54 PM

Thank you for sharing
utahgal1



7/26/2010 6:19:08 PM

Thank you. I would like to copy this for a group. Thanks a bunch. R
jennyann71



7/26/2010 6:50:44 PM

Thanks for sharing.

tlc_upnorth
7/27/2010 12:28:15 AM

Thank-you for sharing!

shawnee_b
7/27/2010 6:35:50 AM

You're all welcome and please; anyone wants to copy it and pass it on, go for it.

rosesandsmiles
7/27/2010 5:33:46 PM

Oh the poem means so much to me because so many of the young people of today does not respect old people anymore. They are not taught anymore

skippylee
7/27/2010 7:32:41 PM

thank you----sometimes we entertain angels and do not know it------how about being nice and returning the favor

shawnee_b
7/28/2010 7:11:48 AM

You're all welcome and you're right Skip. Rose, They aren't taught but also do not want to learn anymore. I asked 10% of a Sophomore class when was Independence day and they all said "1492". Where is the Eiffel Tower, "London" I then asked "don't you feel cheated out of an education?" answer? "hell no" Might take a look at my "full circle" blog entry

sallybelle494
7/28/2010 7:03:41 PM

yes you do see me and I am grateful
maybaby16



10/15/2010 5:34:29 PM

Makes me think of my mother, aunts, and grandmothers---all that I watched grow older and leave me. Now it is I who is getting older, and wonder what young people see in me.

lonelyinbg
10/18/2010 12:26:29 PM

What a wonderful poem. I kept my mother at home so she could pass in her own bed at 92 years old, and miss her so much. She has been gone for 4 years now, but that poem was her. Thank you for posting it. I will keep it forever.
runningfree1957



11/4/2010 8:00:38 AM

one of the most beautiful and true words I have ever read.It is a diary of most women, not all live the life ,but I know a few like her.

shawnee_b
11/4/2010 9:00:26 AM

I'm pleased to see persons are still reading and enjoying this. Shawn

softmyst
11/11/2010 4:02:23 PM

Shawn, I sit here with a tears in my eyes as I think of my Mom and yes as I think of all of us over 50. Thank you from the heart for posting.

silk57
1/30/2011 10:16:44 PM

Shawn, Thank You for posting. I had tears in my eye's too, as I to, took care of my parent's for many year's. This poem will stay in heart's forever, everywhere!! Donna